Crazy how I still remember how to log into this thing I only come by here once or twice a year. If that ( Read more... )

There is this terribly ominous feeling I get whenever things start to proceed pretty well with me, as though as if the moment I harbor any sort of real enlightenment (that doesn't come from the assimilation of drugs) I begin to falter as life retorts to its mysterious ways of flipping the fucking table over full of several day old cesium-233 tuna ( Read more... )

People would look for me to talk to me and have conversations with me and even possibly consider me in most their plans instead of just using me for things they want ( Read more... )

For being the only private thing I still have which I really hope no one knows about because first a bit after we break u[, she gets twitter ( Read more... )

I need to keep some distance ( Read more... )

Post traumatic, its so dramatic that Im starting to feel climatic ( Read more... )

I know what's going on now in your head and I'm sorry you feel that way ( Read more... )

Sigh.

Watching everyone get tore up and play video games while I sit around with a small buzz as my gay friend from the past hits on me as I try to enjoy my last beer is not as exciting as I felt like it may be.

I'm bored. Tired. Angry from my retarded sentiments and numb from how cold and wet I've been all day.

What the fuck am I doing.

I will never understand why I am this way when I can't even find the time of day from certain others ( Read more... )

I feel stuck. Stuck and redundant.

I dont want to live my life to be an accomplishment. I just want to smile all the way til I'm dead.

So why the fuck do I feel so worthless.